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lavendermaelk · 2 years

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Pomegranate Proposal

Henry Winter x GN!Reader, The Secret History Word Count: 824 Content Warnings: Fluff, Kissing, Slightly Suggestive Themes Summary: Henry comes over to help you with homework and you end up as his partner.

It was a rather quiet day for [Y/N], staying inside their apartment to keep warm and catch up on some of their work that had been abandoned the night before in favor of a more lively scene, tagging along with Richard to a party he’d been nearly dragged to by Judy Poovey. They were flipping through the pages of the book that Julian had assigned for the term when the phone that was near the front door rang. They let out a soft sigh before rising from their place on the couch, setting the book aside and walking over to pick up the phone.

“Hello?” they spoke as they pressed the cold speaker end of the handset to their ear.

“Oh good, you’re home,” It was Henry, his deep, cold voice immediately recognizable. “Would you mind if I stopped by? I suppose you might want help with your Greek since you were out all night.” There was a hint of a smirk in his usually flat voice and the corners of [Y/N]’s lip’s turned up a little at the sound of it.

“Not at all, I’ll leave the door unlocked.” They replied, quickly exchanging their goodbyes before setting the phone down on the base and happily making their way back to the couch. They decided to tidy up a little more, give space for Henry to sit when he came over and all. It was no secret that the two Greek students had grown closer over the two years they had known each other, longing glances across the round table during class, an idle hand lingering on one’s arm or shoulder.

It wasn’t long until [Y/N] heard the door open to reveal the tall, broad shouldered scholar with a book in his hand as well as a small bag. Henry closed and locked the door behind him, making his way to the couch and sitting next to [Y/N] as he always did when the group got together in someone’s home. He set the bag down in their lap and peered at their book to flip to the page they were on.

“What’s in the bag?” [Y/N] asked, nudging him playfully and pulling their notebook a little closer to show him what they’d accomplished so far.

“Pomegranates. They’re in season now and I thought you’d like a few.” He said, as they opened the bag to see three softball sized, plump red fruits. [Y/N] let out a soft chuckle and set their notebook in Henry’s lap to get up.

“Why don’t I open one? We can snack on it while we work. Do you want something to drink too?” they asked, walking over to the kitchen.

“Anything’s fine,” He called after them, busying himself with finding where they’d left off in the homework. They hummed softly, putting on a kettle and preparing a pot of tea to steep while they pulled out the seeds into a bowl. It didn’t take long for them to come back to the couch with their tea and a bowl of pomegranate seeds on a tray, their fingertips stained a faint crimson from opening the gifted fruit. He cleared some space on the coffee table for the tray and poured them both a cup of tea.

Henry hesitated a little after he set the teapot back down onto the tray before he picked up a few of the plump seeds with his slender fingers, turning to [Y/N] and cupping their face with his free hand.

“Open.” he said softly, [Y/N] obeying without objection. Their lips parted, tongue jutting out slightly to blanket their bottom teeth as Henry dropped the seeds into their mouth. “Swallow.” He ordered again, his hand never leaving their cheek. [Y/N] did as he told, again with no protest as they chewed on the juicy seeds, a tart sweetness flooding their mouth followed by the slight crunch of the seeds before they swallowed. A bit of a smirk tugged at their lips, their hand coming up to hold onto Henry’s wrist.

“You know, you could have just asked me like a normal person.” They chuckled a little, pulling a humorous scoff from him.

“I thought we’d established that we’re far from normal.” He jested, his voice barely above a whisper as they slowly closed the gap between them. [Y/N] leaned in just a bit more, their lips meeting in a soft kiss. He could taste the tartness of the pomegranate as his other hand settled on their thigh, almost pulling them closer. The silent bliss came to an end as [Y/N] pulled away to look at Henry’s eyes, little pieces of the sky taken and gifted to him in the form of his bright irises.

“I suppose I’m stuck with you forever then?” They licked their lips with a soft laugh.

“Why? Does that not appeal to you?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

#lavender writes~🖋️#i love henry so much #i need more of him #henry winter #henry winter x reader #henry winter imagine #the secret history #donna tart #x reader fanfic #camilla macaulay #charles macaulay #dark academia #francis abernathy #bunny corcoran #richard papen #gn!reader #they/them #minors dni #minors go away

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minimallycreative · 8 months

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does anyone know I can forward my therapy bills and college tuition to donna tart because her silly little book from the 90s is actively influencing my major life decisions?

As in, im putting schools on my college list because they have classical languages (greek and latin) degrees.

i want to work in the archival field! or art restoration! or maybe even archeology! knowing how to speak ancient greek or latin is only tangentially related to what I want to do with my life!

all because of you, Donna Tart! and your little blorbos who go around committing murder!

#the secret history #tsh #tsh donna tartt #richard papen #francis abernathy #bunny corcoran #henry winter #camilla macaulay #charles macaulay #julian morrow #donna tartt #fuck you donna tart #my parents are judging me more than they already are #and it's all because of you

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the-alan-price-combo · 5 months

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Morning with the Animals! 🐾🌅✨️

#aaAAA SO SO SO HAPPY WITH HOW THIS TURNED OUT.....#i've wanted to draw alan and eric listening to records forever aND AAAA...... SOFT #john's there too because shout-out to john for telling me about how eric 'rammed ray charles at alan'#and eric played a lot of music for john too 🙏 trying to covert them from jazz to blues #the way it profoundly impacted alan..... aaAAAA #anyway.... eNJOY THE COZINESS #the animals #eric burdon #alan price #john steel #hilton valentine #chas chandler #jefferies will indeed get them pop-tarts (begrudgingly)#british invasion #classic rock fanart #classic rock #60s rock #worried life arts

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rawlinacademia · 11 months

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Am i just hungry or is henry winter absolutely alluring?

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thisisridiculois · 1 year

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If they lived in modern day Richard would definitely relate to much to Dear Evan Hansen and he'd think it was pretty cool (secretly obviously) until one of the others makes a joke like “haha Richard this is absolutely something you would do isn't that funny?” and then Richard would have a seething hatred for the musical

#its basically the same story tbh #the secret history #tsh #richard papen #francis abernathy #henry winter #camilla macaulay #charles macaulay #bunny corcoran #donna tart

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carpfishdiem · 2 years

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Greek Class Bacchanalia:

#the secret history #TSH #TSH meme #Henry winter #Charles Macaulay #Camilla Macaulay #bunny Corcoran #francis abernathy #Donna tart #dark academia #image #sorry not sorry

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the-lost-adventurers · 2 years

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just finished the secret history

i will need 3-5 business days to process this

#the secret history #secret history #donna tart #donna tartt #henry winter #bunny corcoran #richard papen #charles and camilla #book recommendation #dark academia

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spaceintruderdetector · 1 year

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Altered States of Consciousness with Charles T. Tart

#Altered States of Consciousness #altered states #Dr. Charles T. Tart

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albonium · 1 year

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#tarte sent influencers to the miami gp and one of them is joking about trying to hook up with charles..... why #that's why women aren't taken seriously episode 171023

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in-sightpublishing · 10 months

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The Possibility of AI Consciousness

Publisher: In-Sight Publishing Publisher Founding: March 1, 2014 Web Domain: http://www.in-sightpublishing.com Location: Fort Langley, Township of Langley, British Columbia, Canada Journal: In-Sight: Independent Interview-Based Journal Journal Founding: August 2, 2012 Frequency: Three (3) Times Per Year Review Status: Non-Peer-Reviewed Access: Electronic/Digital & Open Access Fees:…

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#AI #Brian Josephson #Charles T. Tart #Daniel Dennett #Deepak Chopra #G.I. Gurdjieff #Goedel #Ludwig Wittgenstein #Patanjali #Richard May

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charles-leclerizz · 1 month

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🏎️ ๋࣭ ⭑blue views

🏁 Pairings : Carlos Sainz X fem! Reader

🏁 Warnings : smut [nothing major, listed at the end of the writing], fluff, stress [which is aliviated by the smut]

🏁 Word Count : 3.6k words (3612 words)

🏁 Summary : It’s time to celebrate! For everyone else that is. You, on the other hand, will be planning your’s and your fiance’s “engagement week” festivities, until you die. That is, until an impromptu intervention is planned.

🏁 translations via radio comm below

🏁 credits : word dividers by @heavenlayt

🏁 Music player : Good to be by Mark Ambor

“Carlos!” You shouted out, leaning back against the heel of your soft wedges as you reached behind you for more cocktail glasses. The sound of your fiancé’s loafers against the terracotta staircase echoed throughout the ground level as he made his way to the kitchen, where you were working alongside half a dozen cooks.

“Si, Mariposa?” He came up behind you, plucking the crystal margarita glass from your fingers and taking a sip of the peachy, carbonated concoction that you had masterfully created. You giggled when he hummed happily and kissed your neck, “It’s delicious.”

“Ay, Ay, Señor. Tienes que esperar a la luna de miel” An elderly voice scolded from your left followed with a hollow bonk. Carlos hissed, rubbing the back of his head where a thick wooden rolling pin had struck him playfully, “You wound me, Maria.”

He followed with a pained “Literally.” When Maria had merely shot him a fond look over her shoulder as she went back to washing the tomatoes in the deep-set ceramic sink.

“You’re absolutely sure that everyone got the invites?” You leaned down to inspect the dozen drinks that you had made, “Because we invited at least 60 people, and if I make 60 drinks and there are not exactly 60 throats present to ingest them. You are going to remain abstinent until we’re married.”

Carlos stared at you open mouthed, a betrayed expression overtook his face, “So you would choose Maria’s wishes over mine? muy cruel.” He then bought his hands up from your waist to brush your hair from your shoulder, dragging his fingers up your arm-he slipped off the thin spaghetti strap of your white, cotton summer dress to press short, sweet kisses on your skin, “I mean can you really resist this?” He reasoned.

“It would be very easy Mi Amour.” You harrumphed, ignoring the tingling shocks that fluttered beneath your skin at the drag of his lips against your shoulder. You jolted forward when you felt his other hand travel from your waist, down to the front of your dress, “Carlos- I have so much to do. I mean I promised Alex and Lily I would make trifle for dessert, but then your parents have this one friend who hates custard! I mean did you hear the story, he literally puked, and I will not have him puke in my engagement party, nope. Not on my watch.”

You wagged your finger in the air before grabbing another five glasses from their upside-down position on the kitchen island where you were working. Taking the washcloth that sat comofortably in the front pocket of your plaid apron, you began wiping away the droplets of water from the crystal before continuing to babble about your long list of duties for the upcoming week of festivities.

“So, I need to also make these cute fruit tarts that I made that one time. But then I realised that Charles and Max hate kiwi, and the whole dessert is basically that, so for them I’m making this great chocolate gateau, the one at the restaurant? Since they really fucking liked that one.”

You grumbled out the last part, crushing up your freshly picked strawberries that had previously been resting in a metal strainer along with a cream, cotton cover up to keep them moist. The marble mortar grinded against the matching pestle as the sweet fruits reduced to a thick paste.

“On top of that the other like, 40 guests have very specific wants, so I have 20 different things to make along with this signature drink that Jenni designed for us! You know her, right? the bar tender at the other restaurant in Monaco, I learnt how to make it, and you said its good. It’s good right?”

You add a few cups of carbonated water to the pinkish paste in front of you, before turning back to Carlos, who had been patiently listening to you rant- mainly due to the fear that if he were to stop, you would give his ear the same treatment as the berries that remain crushed beneath you, “Si, mi mariposa. Very good.”

You sighed before fully spinning around to face him, resting your back on the dark wood counter, looping your hands around his neck, “I’m sorry Carlito.” You brush a singular strand of hair that fell from its carefully crafted style onto his forehead, “This isn’t very fun for you, is it?” You move onto your tiptoes to reach his cheek.

“Nonsense, I have Papa and Guillermo coming to help with the decorations outside, I think Blanca and Mama are also coming- to help.” He chuckles when you groan happily and bring his head down to kiss his lips graciously.

“Thank you, Mi Amour.” You murmur against his mouth, running your fingers through his hair as his arms came to circle your waist, pulling you against his chest. You sigh against him, melting in his embrace as you barely manage to hold yourself up and anchor yourself on his broad shoulders that strain against the baby blue polo top, he chose to wear.

“AY, SEÑOR,” Maria bumped Carlos slightly as she came rushing through the walkway, trotting determinedly through the low, exposed brick archway and outside to the patio area that was protected from the morning sunrays by the lattice structure that stood tall whilst being overtaken by winding ivy.

Beneath this, Maria sat down at least 3 trays full of freshly sliced vegetables, sun drying them as preparation for the multiple dishes that would be served that evening, “Si no estás aquí para aportar nada útil, sal de la cocina.” She screeched whilst heading to the other side of your estate, towards the large garden that housed many seasoned plants, ready with multiple fruits and vegetables for plucking.

“I think she will cook me next.” He shuddered before laying his forehead on yours, “Do not worry, Mariposa. Everything will turn out fine.”

“Why did I suggest an engagement week.” You pouted, nuzzling your head into his chest, to hide away from all the responsibilities you had brought onto yourself. You shake your head wildly, causing flurries of hair to escape from the bun you had messily done up, “All I know is that it must go well. Maria will for sure have a heart attack if it doesn’t,”

“I still think it’s a good idea” He comforts you, until the melodic sound of the doorbell resounds throughout the house, and he detaches from you, “That must be the back-up.” He winks at you as he jogs off to open the large, rustic door. You watch from the kitchen as Carlos laughs boisterously whilst embracing his family.

His mother and sister quickly wave him off, ushering the men out to the acres of back garden they have yet to decorate to approach you.

Blanca dances up to you, wiggling her arms and hands excitedly as she beams at your exhausted face, “There she is! Beautiful bride-to-be, our mariposa.” The knee length dress she chose skims her legs as the burgundy silk falls from her shoulders delicately, she hugs your neck tightly, swinging you both side to side whilst you flail around.

“Hola, diabla.” You chuckle, catching your mother-in-law’s eyes, you wait until Blanca removes herself from you for Reyes to do the same, but instead of violently rotating you like a ragdoll, she rubs your back and coos sympathetically.

“Ay mi muñeca, you look too tired to be a blushing bride.” She moves her arms from being drawn around your neck to rub your shoulders.

“What can I say? There’s too much to be done for me to be blushing.” You shrug, already going back to pouring out 10 more drinks, adding to the sea of glasses in front of you.

Blanca tuts disapprovingly, “This is not what being engaged is meant to be, it’s meant to be fun! And new! And sexy!” She waggles her eyebrows suggestively, ignoring her mother who had picked up your to-do list and hid her face in the paper.

“Blanca, please.” Reyes rolled her eyes, “But she’s not wrong.” She reaches for a spare apron that hung rejected on the back of the pantry door.

“No, mamá please,” You attempt to snatch the apron away from Reyes, who tuts disapprovingly and had already begun to collect multiple utensils from your spacious kitchen whilst talking quickly with the cooks who had been diligently making progress on the rest of the menu, “I can’t possibly allow you to do my work.”

Blanca plucked the neatly tied bow around your waist, undoing the stained, pale blue cotton that protected your dress, “No, your job is to relax, and let my culo brother treat you nicely. Champagne, strawberries, chocolate.” She listed off the aphrodisiacs one by one, pushing you through the living room and up the stairs. You braced yourself on the railing as you let her guide you through the landing.

“I have all of that in the food that I should be making,” You whined, stomping your foot, and swivelling to level her with your eyes, “There is just too much to do before tonight. And the boys don’t even know what to do for decorations.”

Blanca swatted her hand through the air, as if physically plummeting away your doubts, “You’ve had the entire family added on your Pinterest board.” You snorted at that, but pressed your lips together when she shot you a look, “If I can’t whip them into shape, consider me a bad sister from day 1.” She planted her hands on her waist before pointing at your bedroom door, “Now either you can start yourself a bath, or I will.”

You harrumph and dig your feet into their spot on the newly waxed, wooden floors beneath you, “I see how it is.” Blanca squints her eyes at you, “Fine, I see how it is.”

You half expect her to push you into the room, but instead she leans over the banister and shouts, “CARLOS !!”

“Blanca!” You gasp, grabbing her dress and tugging her back from the beam, “W-Why would you?” You splutter.

“AY CARLOS !!” She continues to screech until you slap a palm over her mouth, careful of the nude brown lipstick she had worn.

“Si diabla?” Your fiancé shouts back up, already at the base of the staircase. Blanca licks your hand, causing you to yelp and jump back, giving her the perfect opportunity to answer, “Your fiancé is anxious as fuck.”

“What else is new?” He chuckles, hand braced on the railing as he emerges from the winding staircase. Carlos takes in the new scene, you are tackling Blanca onto the floor, she’s squealing whilst attempting to wrangle free from you, tummy first on the floor, “Mi amour, if you are going to leave me for my sister...” He starts, crossing his arms and tilting his head at you.

“You both are insufferable.” You grit out, twisting the knob to your bedroom, wating for Carlos to step inside. He stops momentarily when Blanca darts an arm out and begins to ramble to him in Spanish, Carlos answers just as quickly before his sister reaches up to smack the underside of his head.

“Blanca!” He shouts out after her, but she ignores him and sprints downstairs to assist with the preparations. Carlos turns back to you, slumping forward to rest his head against the door frame that you were currently leaning on, arms folded amusedly as you looked at him from under your eyelashes. He pivots his neck, gazing fondly into your eyes, “You’re pretty.” He mumbles, bringing a limp hand up to rest on your cheek, thumb moving soothingly against your face. You lean into his touch, “So are you” You breathe out, leaning upwards to ghost your lips over his.

This moment was merely poetic, the two of you, finding respite in the chaos within each other. His soft touch as he leaned forward for more, you grant it, because you craved him as deeply as he did for you. The astringent sweetness of his lips against yours and the heavenly feeling of his fingers cradling your hips made you moan out as he caught you weight when your knees gave out from beneath you.

The door creaked shut behind the two of you, your palms digging into the waistline of his shorts to tug his shirt out, his fingers dance down from your neck to the large cut-out of your dress that showed off the curve of your spine. Carlos broke away from you momentarily, his eyes still shut as he chuckled when you whined, chasing his lips desperately, “Jump,” He murmured, bracing himself by tugging you close and digging his fingers into the back of your thighs.

You complied, hopping into his secure hold before attaching your mouth to his once again, nipping at his full bottom lip. Carlos passed through the bedroom with ease, his muscle memory allowing him to walk underneath the long archway that led to your shared bathroom. He released you gently, his fingers pinching the hem of your dress on your way down, he bunched up the flowy linen, dragging it up to your waist and tugging it over your head- leaving you in just a pair of white, lacy underwear.

You laughed slightly, your hair mussed at taking over half of your face, “Carlos” you huff out. He laughs at your annoyance, gently moving the strands out of your eyes before tracing the dips and curves of your chest and stomach with feather-light touches.

Sighing, you tilt your head back, allowing him to press his lips against the column of your neck. You loop your hands around his neck, stumbling backwards towards the sink whilst bringing him with you. Carlos hoists you up and onto the counter, finally stepping back to gaze at your naked body, his eyes ravish you, the stiff peaks of your breasts and curve of your stomach, you watch him intently when he finally makes his way down to your panties, a damp patch already forming.

Carlos approaches you once again, his breath fresh and minty against your skin, “Tan bonita.” He compliments, trailing warm, open mouth kisses on your collar bone, starting from your shoulder until he reaches your sternum, “Tan deliciosa.” He moves to your breast, decorating it with his own purple-ish love marks, he littered them across until he enveloped your nipple into his mouth, his tongue licking against the pebble until it hardened beneath his attention.

Carlos turned his attention to the other whilst his other hand slipped beneath the elastic of your underwear, his middle finger teasing your wet slit, “all for me?” he moaned against your breast.

“of course.” You bury your hand in his hair, arching into his touch before he lowered to his knees in front of you.

“F-fuck” you whine, biting your lip harshly as he settles between your legs, he shucks you closer, harshly tugging you to the edge of the counter as he inches his mouth closer, hot breathe settling on the front of your underwear. You arch your back at the feeling, fingers teasing your peaked nipple, “please,” you whisper, eyes darting down to where Carlos had begun to lave lazily at your newly soaked panties.

“Please what? Huh?” He whispers, tongue darting out to push further into your throbbing hole. You whine, thighs threatening to clamp shut around his head, your hand inches down to shyly tug at his hair and guide him closer to your leaking cunt, “can’t even talk now? ‘s okay mariposa. I’ll take care of you.” He promises, laying one of your legs over his shoulder.

You breathe hitches slightly when you feel him drag his lips up your hip, only for his teeth to sink into your underwear band, trailing it off you.

You scrunch your eyes with a gasp when his kisses trail up from your ankle, to your calf and towards the inside of your thigh- you growl playfully when you hear him chuckle and coo up at you, “you were just stressed...” he pressed an open mouthed kiss to your skin, “being so diligent..” he continued, tongue ghosting over your leaking folds, “so perfect.”

“Carlos,” You moan, scratching your nails against his scalp, “you’re being mean. Hah. It’s not good to be mean to your future wi-“you cut yourself off with a scream, well, a muffled one, you managed to cover your agape mouth with your hand. He dove into your sex, tongue searing through you as he fucked the muscle steadily into you, curling it to poke gently at the sensitive, spongy part within you.

Carlos let his eyes flutter shut, the sweet taste of you staining itself onto his tongue, how he could stay like this forever, fuck the dinner, he only ever wanted to taste you. Only you.

“taste so good,” he panted against you, his tongue nudging your clit, in an oh-so delicious way that made you bite down on your fingers to stop your needy moans leaking down from the open, semi-circle window towards your in-laws, who were dedicatedly preparing your back garden to host a multitude of people.

“uh uh mariposa, quiero oír tu voz.” He reached up with one hand, tugging your palm away from your still open mouth.

“I-“you gulp heavily, trying to unscramble your mind from its mush state, “I- wan’ want more, need you to- do something please.” You bring your other leg to his shoulder, locking him between your limbs.

Carlos huffs out a laugh, biting playfully at your tender skin, he brings up one hand laying his fingers gently against your pussy lips, creating a ‘V’ to spread them wide, exposing the sensitive area to the midday warmth. And then, he spat, a fat string slowly drips from his mouth to land directly on your hole, he gawks at it with interest, his large puppy-dog eyes shining with lust.

You blush and cover your face, “come on- please? I’ve been soo good, did ever’thin you wanted.” You babbled, gyrating your hips against his face, baiting him into pleasuring you again until the delicious wave reached the crown of your skull until the tips of your toes.

“have you? You been my good girl? Hm?” He arches a brow at you, but stops you from answering when he lays his tongue flat against your clit, gently shaking his head side to side until you begin to shake and whine, “yeah, I know mi amor, se siente bien, ¿sí?” he whispers, prodding you cunt with his index finger, “you want it, don’t you?”

You hummed, eyes widening as though he had proposed all over again, “yeah, come on, please, pretty please with a- ahh,” once again, he wouldn’t let you finish your pleading, instead, he answered you with your prize, him pushing his fingers into you, your wetness dripping down into his palm and along his wrist.

Obscene squelches echoed through the bathroom, along with explicit sounds of his knuckles slapping against your skin and your high-pitched moans.

“yes- oh, don’t stop.” You sobbed, tears pricking at your eyes when he thrusted in a second finger, stretching you out whilst he crooked his digits to continue stimulating your g-spot mercilessly.

“don’t plan on it,” he promised, delving back in for another sacred taste, he tongue worked wonders against you, drinking in your nectar as though from the gods- letting in slip down his throat graciously. You groaned and bit your lip harshly, arching your back at angles that chiropractors would wince at until you could feel that euphoric feeling begin to bloom within your stomach.

Your walls fluttered around Carlos’ fingers, making him smirk against you and continue his movements, hungrily licking and slurping at you until your toes curled and eyes crossed over, “fuck,” you grit out, gasping laboriously as the tight knot finally snapped and torrential pleasure rained over you.

“te entendí my love,” He crawled over you, bracing himself above with his hands planted on the thick, white marble countertop you were currently blissed out on.

You brought your shaky hands up to his face, kissing him gently, “what about-hah, what about you,” you panted, wrapping your arms around him, continuing to softly brush your lips against his face. His temple, stubbled cheek, and muscled neck.

“We still have-“ He looked down at the heavy, silver Rolex on his wrist, “40 minutes, until Blanca comes hunting for us.” Carlos looked over to the floating bath that sat in front of the Juliet balcony, “and we have a bath.”

“That is just by a huge ass window,” You reminded him, glancing over to the open doors, revealing the intricate black grill of the balcony along with the pristine view of your tall trees that lined the well-kept entertaining space of your garden.

“Well, I doubt they don’t know what’s going on, I mean, my sister probably told them to leave a box of condoms outside.” He shrugged.

“In that case,” You started, your low whisper a mere breath of warm air between the two of you. Marinating hard and heady eye contact with him, you reached down to take his hand in yours, then slipped the two fingers that still dripped with your wetness, into your mouth.

Carlos stared at the sight, a short, strangled noise leaving him when you popped out his digits with an all too innocent noise, “Better make the most of it,” You leaned back against the mirror, hand open for him to carry you.

He groaned, shaking his head slightly before hoisting you in his arms, “best 40 minutes of my life.”

[Smut warnings : alot of kissing, fingering, sucking, love-bites, fem! oral recieving, fem! fingering recieving.]

📻 Kcccchh.... come in.... come in...translatiion available...over

📻 Kchh...Spnish..to engli..sh....over

Ay, Ay, Señor. Tienes que esperar a la luna de miel - Oh, Oh, Lord. You have to wait for the honeymoon

muy cruel - very cruel

AY, SEÑOR - OH, SIR

Si no estás aquí para aportar nada útil, sal de la cocina - If you're not here to contribute anything useful, get out of the kitchen.

mariposa - butterfly

Hola, diabla - Hello, devil

Ay mi muñeca - Oh, my doll

Si, diabla? - Yes, devil?

Mi amour - My love

Tan deliciosa - So delicious

Tan bonita - So beautifull

quiero oír tu voz - I want to hear your voice

te entendí, mi amor, se siente bien, ¿sí? - I understood you, my love, it feels good, yeah

📻 Kchhhhh.loosing sign....al.....kcchh....over and out...

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chrisevansonly · 7 months

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𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬..𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭? | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜

ఌsocial media au

ఌcharles leclerc x female reader

ఌall good things come to an end…but for you and charles, is the end really the end?

ఌthis was requested by @luvrrish thank you so much for the request, i had a lot of fun with this one, i feel like i didn’t do it justice because i can only use 10 photos (annoying) but i might do a written version of this 😌🩷

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well seems like everyone’s favourite couple is no longer together. charles leclerc and his longtime girlfriend of 7 years y/n y/l/n have accordingly split up. neither have commented on their breakup, but their shared photos have all been deleted from their social accounts and they have unfollowed one another. we wish them both the best in the future and will miss all the charles and y/n content we’ve gotten over these years!

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username NO I REFUSE

username stop you’re lying…please :(

username im-i’m really a child of divorce now😭

waggossip oh this makes us sad :(

username i’ll never believe in love ever again

>username love is fake

>username was love ever real?!

yninstagram

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la façon dont les choses étaient avant me manque.

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username :(

username she looks so pretty!!!!

francisca.cgomes gorgeous girl, can’t wait to see you soon❤️

>ynisntagram i’m so excited😘

ellemagazine 😍😍😍

username im on team mother!!!

>username fr

leclerc_pascale le soleil brillera à nouveau bébé ❤️❤️

>yninstagram pourquois pas maintenant :(

username y/n and pascales comments :(

username maman leclerc loves y/n so much😭

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charles_leclerc

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singapore week. one of my favourites of the season, track action starts today 🇸🇬😘

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scuderiaferrari locked in let’s go❤️

username he looks so happy:(

username i miss y/n at the track and in his posts

carlossainz55 ready to go💪🏻🏎️

username i wonder if he misses y/n like she misses him….

joris_trouche bunny boy🐰

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leclerc_pascale ❤️❤️❤️❤️

username knock ‘em dead charles you got this!!

yninstagram

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strawberries and sunshine🍓☀️

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username CHARLES IS IN THE LIKES?!

username okay those look so delicious

username she looks happier 🥺

leclerc_pascale c’est trop belle ma fille❤️

>yninstagram je t’aime maman😘

lilyhme strawberry tarts later??

>ynisntagram yes please!!

username wait isn’t lily in singapore…and then going to japan….

>username MOM AND DAD REUNION?!

arthur_leclerc how come those look better than the ones i picked 🤨

>yninstagram maybe i’m just better…??

charles_leclerc

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Next Stop, Japan🤍

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username lets go japanese gp!!!

username wait y/n is in the likes here now…

y/ninstagram 🩷

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username Y/N COMMENTED WHATS HAPPENING

pierregasly wonder what has you smiling like that

>charles_leclerc mate stfu

>arthur_leclerc awww he doesn’t want to spoil it

>carlossainz55 bullying charles again? i’m in😁

username WHAT IF THEYRE BACK TOGETHER

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yninstagram

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hello suzuka🤍

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username SHE IS GLOWING

username omg omg omg it’s happening

francisca.cgomes 😍😍😍😍

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charles_leclerc ❤️

>yninstagram ❤️❤️

username RED HEARTS I REPEAT RED HEARTS

leclerc_pascale mes bébés sont de nouveau ensemble❤️

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username war might be over?!

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yninstagram

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never let me go.

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username WAR IS OVER

username my parents are back together 😭😭

username im sobbing

charles_leclerc never ever again baby❤️

>yninstagram i love you charlie❤️

username shes calling him charlie again🥹🥹

leclerc_pascale😘😘😘

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lilyhme this makes me so happy🥰

>francisca.cgomes me too!!!

>yninstagram i love you both sm🩷

username i can sleep peacefully at night again😌

scuderiaferrari our favourite love story continues❤️❤️❤️

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